Story of Halíma's asking help of the idols when she lost Mustafá (Mohammed)—on whom be peace—after he was weaned, and how the idols trembled and prostrated themselves and bore witness to the grandeur of Mohammed's estate—may God bless and save him!

قصه‌ی راز حلیمه گویمت ** تا زداید داستان او غمت915

I will tell you the story of Halíma's mystic experience, that her tale may clear away your trouble.

مصطفی را چون ز شیر او باز کرد ** بر کفش برداشت چون ریحان و ورد

When she parted Mustafá from (her) milk, she took him up on the palm of her hand as (tenderly as though he were) sweet basil and roses,

می‌گریزانیدش از هر نیک و بد ** تا سپارد آن شهنشه را به جد

Causing him to avoid every good or evil (hap), that she might commit that (spiritual) emperor to (the care of) his grandsire.

چون همی آورد امانت را ز بیم ** شد به کعبه و آمد او اندر حطیم

Since she was bringing the (precious) trust in fear (for its safety), she went to the Ka‘ba and came into the Hatím.

از هوا بشنید بانگی کای حطیم ** تافت بر تو آفتابی بس عظیم

From the air she heard a cry—“O Hatím, an exceedingly mighty Sun hath shone upon thee.

ای حطیم امروز آید بر تو زود ** صد هزاران نور از خورشید جود920

O Hatím, to-day there will suddenly come upon thee a hundred thousand beams from the Sun of munificence.

ای حطیم امروز آرد در تو رخت ** محتشم شاهی که پیک اوست بخت

O Hatím, to-day there will march into thee with pomp a glorious King, whose harbinger is Fortune.